Carrie-on Baggage: If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.

Hi Friends,
Things are quiet around here. Finally. It feels like we had been on the go since Friday. Friday my good friend Whitney came over and helped out with the baby while I made dinner for Ty and Holly. It was really fun and good to catch up. Ty and Holly came over and we had a great dinner. I love when they bring dessert because its always amazing. My skills stop after cupcakes and chocolate sheet cake. They brought the most amazing chocolate peanut butter pudding cups. Mmmm I'm all drooly just thinking about it.
Saturday we went to our family reunion at my aunts house. It was really fun. We didn't stay super long, but long enough to say hello to everyone and pass the baby. Evie did so good with it.
Sunday we bummed around the house and then decided to use some of our baby gift certificates to get Evie some more educational books and toys. It was fun taking her shopping. She really enjoyed looking thru all the toys and playing with them. I really like reading the books to her. I wanted big books with lots of colors and words because I didn't want to get bored reading them. I picked up Baby Einstein's 365 days of learning book and it is really cool. It has lots of different types of lessons and pictures and words. I might be enjoying it more than her!
Sunday we got a late night request for a member care meal. Monday I made that and delivered it and then stopped by my parents since we hadn't seen them all weekend. Then we came home and tried to help Seth do some things I can't tell you about because my Dad says so and get things done. Seth did something I can't tell you about because my Mom asked me not to. I was supposed to have dinner with my brother but he got a migraine. My mom stopped by on her way home and played with the baby so that was a little break at least. Tomorrow one of my cousin's is visiting my parents so I'm going to have dinner there.
Seth is doing something I can't tell you about either on Thursday because even though I'm being a brat about it, my parents are right, I shouldn't tell you and then Evie and I are going to attempt to go to Jesus Camp in Grand Island for the weekend. I am looking forward to it, but am super nervous about how Evelynn is going to do. There is a lot of classroom time involved with Jesus Camp and I just can't imagine her being really good for that. Especially because like Nurse Carol says, she is a loud active baby. :-)
Alright well since I am not getting any baby relief tonite in the form of Seth, I should probably catch a shower while she is napping! Maybe I'll be back later tonite to wax poetical about how I teared up when I pulled her NICU quilt out of the closet today for her to play on.

Love (my loud active baby),
Carrie

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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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Love (to ramble incessantly),
Carrie

About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.